
"Sister Yu ...." Shin looked at An Ming's blood-soaked corpse without moving from its place.
He seemed to be in disbelief, successfully killing one of the demon tower squad leaders who had already destroyed his house. Regardless, the man was not defeated by him, but Zhang Yu who had rendered him helpless.
"This fight is not over. So it's too early to celebrate."
Zhang Yu's words awakened Shin. The Niao Tribe prince immediately tightened his grip back, then turned his back to face the ongoing fight.
However, the death of the three squad leaders clearly made the remaining group of demon towers like losing a steering wheel in a fight. The one that was still expanding even looked dominant, but slowly began to waver and not confident.
Especially with Zhang Yu. Their numbers are still quite large, slowly can be defeated. Victory was undoubtedly the property of Qian Gu City.
"Are you hurt?" Xuan Yin came over to Zhang Yu with his face looking anxious.
Zhang Yu turned around and looked at his wife. "I'm fine ...."
But before he could finish his sentence, Xuan Yin had already examined every inch of his body as if in disbelief with the answer.
"..."
Only after being satisfied to take a look at her husband's body did Xuan Yin sigh in relief.
"Thank God" he said with a big smile.
Zhang Yu could only shake his head looking at his wife's attitude. He grabbed the wife's shoulder and held her tightly. "Compared to myself, I'm much more worried about you."
Hearing this Xuan Yin's face slightly reddened. She tried to turn her face away from her husband's stare.
"let go. You're not ashamed to see so many people?" xuan Yin said slowly.
But Zhang Yu refused to do so. "Why should I be ashamed? What's wrong with making out with your own wife?"
Xuan Yin's face grew even more red. Right at that moment, Zhang Lei and Xuan Yang came to their place.
The Xuan Yin who first realized their arrival immediately broke free from Zhang Yu's embrace. She nudged the stomach of her husband who was still embracing her to make him complain.
Pouch...
Ow hell!
Zhang Yu grimaced even though it wasn't sick enough. He tried to reach Xuan Yin's hand, but his wife continued to step without turning her head.
"He angry?" zhang Yu muttered, not understanding.
"Zhang Yu,"
Zhang Yu saw the patriarch and the first prince come to discuss the outcome of this fight. Although the victory was definitely theirs, but the resulting damage impact made them have to rethink about development.
On the other side.
Zhang Long, Xiao Mei and the other Zhang clan elders coordinated with the keepsake flower shop to provide medicinal ingredients. For their cooperation, there were at least more lives being helped.
"Yin'er, are you back?"
"Yes, just now."
Xuan Yin searched for her son's whereabouts at home but did not find him. He thought that Zhang Chao had gone with his grandparents to the hall, but it seemed that his son was not here either.
"You know where Chao'er is?"
At that moment a young boy ran into the hall with a book in his right hand.
"Mother!" he shouted with spirit.
"Here is very busy, so we leave it in the place of the Sixth Elder. It just so happened that Zhang Ying had just returned and he was able to look after Chao'er for a while."
Along with Xiao Mei's sentence, a woman also entered the hall. She was Zhang Ying, the daughter of the sixth elder.
"Mother!" Zhang Chao hugged Xuan Yin's leg while showing the book he was carrying.
"Basic cultivation?" Xuan Yin frowned.
"I gave him a storybook. But he instead took out a basic cultivation manual." Zhang Ying sighed while shaking his head.
While Xuan Yin who heard it suddenly looked at the son who seemed interested in the book.
Despite knowing that his son was already quite adept at reading, but wasn't it too early to learn things related to cultivation? He was only three years old. Eight to ten more years would also not be too late to learn it.
Xuan Yin simply did not want the son to miss his childhood as much as he had to live behind a mask. He wanted Zhang Chao to be free and enjoy his happy times without thinking about burdens or problems.
"Your son is really similar to Zhang Yu as a child. No doubt Chao'er is his son." Zhang Long laughed, as if reminiscing with little Zhang Yu who was so interested in cultivation. Due to Zhang Yu's childhood fondness, he even had to borrow many books from the library just to fill his room shelf.
Huft...
Xuan Yin sighed. It seemed like he could not ban Zhang Chao if that was what he wanted.
"Thank you for taking care of her" Xuan Yin said to Zhang Ying.
Zhang Ying nodded his head, he then went to where his father, the Sixth Elder, was helping to put a bandage on one of the injured victims.
"Yin'er, you better go back and rest. Let Chao'er here, he's not going anywhere ... Isn't that Chao'er?"
"Hey!" Zhang Chao nodded his head in excitement. The three-year-old boy turned to his grandmother's side, then sat on a mat before opening the book.
"This child ... He would truly be like his father," Inner Xuan Yin, sighed.